Frank Peters invited his mother over for dinner.
During the course of the meal, Frank’s mother couldn’t help but keep noticing how beautiful Frank’s roommate, Olivia, was.
Mrs. Peters had long been suspicious of a relationship between Frank and his roommate, Olivia, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, Mrs. Peters started to wonder if there was more between Frank and his roommate, Olivia, than met the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, Frank volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Olivia and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Olivia came to Frank saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle.
You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
Frank said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll send her a e-mail just to be sure.”
So he sat down and wrote: “Dear Mother, I’m not saying that you ‘did’ take the gravy ladle from the house, I’m not saying that you ‘did not’ take the gravy ladle.
But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love, Frank.”
Several days later, he received a letter from his mother that read:
“Dear son, I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Olivia, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with her.
But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.